[There was a lot more variation in monsters than most people gave credit for. One scared scribe drew their best image and then everyone assumed that must be every single individual. As far as Senshi is concerned, there was no reason a unicorn couldn't have any color coat it wanted.]

Hm, the one this cursed device mentioned. [The Watch looks out of place on his arm, a clean and sleek design clashing with his roughed-up hands.]

[With the unicorn's permission, he continues to pat his snout. The people who were scared and fled from Concord's tantrum are now starting to hover on the periphery. They may start to whisper and comment but Senshi is singularly focused on his thoughts and a velvety horse nose.]

They've been tryin' things on me but I'm no stranger to hunger.

[The golden markings against his skin didn't change what he knew about his own body. It couldn't trick him!]

And I'm pretty confident in my willpower.